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#of course it was suter!!!!
kitnita · 1 year
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personally i blame that one on espn gunning for more overtime
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ariadnethedragon · 1 year
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FRIDA GUSTAVSSON as FREYDIS ERIKSDÓTTIR
Vikings: Valhalla (2022-)
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idontlikeem · 2 years
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Before I post all the pictures I took of the Pens tonight I need to talk about this.
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This man is wearing what I can only describe as a ‘ship jersey. The name is of course a portmanteau for Parise and Suter. On one arm he had 11, Parise’s number. On the other arm he had 20, Suter’s number. And the 98 of course is for their matching $98M contracts they signed in 2012.
This is so, so unbelievably cursed. I cannot believe it’s allowed to exist.
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girldewar · 1 year
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Thanks for answering me about the suter/parise thing! I did search a few wildblr blogs before asking so I had found one thin blue line post but not anything about locker room culture. and everything I googled was like 'he wrote a really nice letter to MN fans!' so I appreciate your response and will dig into some archives <3
of course! glad i could help. the last time i got an ask about this i referred the asker to @idontlikeem’s post on the matter, which i couldn’t find earlier (oops) but has a lot of good info on what they did that negatively affected team dynamics. there are several articles about the issue too, but i don’t have links to them on hand. someone else might tho, if they want to add them!
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hockeybutmakeitgay · 3 months
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Of course it was fucking Ryan Suter 🙄
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writingsofwesteros · 11 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/720822739312705536/simoneashly-leo-suter-as-harald-sigurdsson-in
pls pls can this be our new cregan? OR OR maybe cregan has a twin please i’m going to faint
Oh, damn can you imagine two CREGAN'S!!! WOULD WE SURVIVE !!!!
Here for this being Cregan; of course ;)
we are down bad
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iconsfabric · 1 year
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Hello, there! I was wonder if it'd be too much to ask for the source or original images of the first two icons you made of Leo Suter, I had never seen those before and he looks really cute. Thank you in advance. Your icons are looking amazing, I love the colours!
Hello! Thank you sooooo much for the kind words, it made my day. And of course, the images are below! I don't have the source anymore, but I found it around tumblr~
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kitnita · 1 year
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if they take this away from wyatt i’m gonna start eating glass
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thegirlwholied · 9 months
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fellow period-piece swooners, I have a movie rec for you and I am downright flexing my hand about it. and I am sorry, so sorry, that you cannot watch it right now- because I attended the world premiere at TIFF last night and apparently it's still seeking distribution which means unfortunately there are no gifs yet for me to reblog - but this is your notice to keep a weather eye:
the movie is the Widow Clicquot. the plot is champagne!
...not the celebratory spritz and spray of it all, but the dedication and innovation and passion and knowing-your-taste-and-insisting-on-it of getting bubbles to be just the right size and fuck Napoleon's embargos actually...
also, the people expressing opinions about Napoleon are a British cast pretending to be French - which I guess appeals to the piece of my soul that is Les Mis.
it's beautifully filmed in a way I specifically associate with Pride & Prejudice 2005... which makes sense given the director, Thomas Napper, directed the second camera unit on P&P 2005 & Atonement & Anna Karenina & etc. Joe Wright, who directed those, is a producer here (and was on stage last night & I had no idea who he was whoops).
there's a scene of exploding champagne bottles that may haunt me forever the way the floating cotton in North & South 2004 does. that & the vines.
to quote Taylor Swift, "it's giving cinematography."
the Widow Clicquot herself is played by Haley Bennett (who has been in many things I haven't seen...yes I had to imdb Haley while sitting in the row right behind her but) who I have seen before in Music & Lyrics! As Cora Corman! "Way Back Into Love"! & "Buddha's Delight"- I believe in karma (la, la, la)
anyway she's great in this - the Q&A host after called her performance "transcendant", not wrong - she had a SAG-AFTRA waiver to be there, and thankfully because this was very apparently a passion project throw-everything-you-are-into-it role for her. And her post-movie quotes speaking both about the character's passion and her own- "do something that makes you feel like a goddess!"; "do what you love and let it kill you"- made me a fan.
the Widow Clicquot's dead husband? Tom Sturridge, The Sandman himself and playing just as much a dream as Dream (note: I do not promise "dreamy" I promise "dream" which can also have adjectives like "wild" and "fever" applied). You need a good voice when leaning on some voiceover from letters/memory for a character; he sure has it.
but. Sam Riley. aka Mr Darcy from Pride & Prejudice & Zombies, and Maleficent's hot raven (and looks even better in this imho)- his character is Louis Bohne, Veuve Clicquot's wine merchant, and as much as the Widow herself, his character made me go, "I need to read the book" to learn how much was history v fiction there.
the character dynamic was: damn, of course you're cool with your husband's libertine BFF/possibly-lover, you're secure and he's such fun company.... your husband's tragically gone but his friend helps you out & appreciates your true love of the vineyard without overstepping... well. get yourself a friend you can both giggle with over how hot the new foreman is (Leo Suter filling a historical-eye-candy role) ... AND hook up with yourself. you go girl, & bless your hot bisexual heart fictionalized Louis Bohne.
(hottest kiss in cinema off the top of my head is always the Timothy Olyphant & Jennifer Garner first kiss in Catch & Release. But some scenes here flirt with that level, & it was the Widow/Louis scenes for me).
the sound alone made this one worth seeing in theaters; sounds were so well used (maybe when a movie is so much about taste, & you can't convey taste through a screen, you double down on the senses you can) and it was scored by Bryce Dessner from The National (whose brother has been collaborating on Taylor Swift's recent best tunes)-
the Widow's name is Barbe-Nicole and not to make a Champagne Barbie reference but this hit in the spot Barbie also reached for, in a subtle way, with the effortlessly close relationship she has with her maid (Lizzie from Peaky Blinders! thanks imdb, knew I knew that face) and the woman in a man's world of it all - obviously one who created a successful dynasty of champagne and how did I never know how instrumental women have been in creating champagne as we know it, about to jump down a historical rabbit hole here-
+ also. grief. "you don't understand. he wasn't just someone's first love". an early line + the one that stuck with me.
anyway. not to say I think it's a perfect movie (there were a few "wait I need more information" beats that left me feeling like I *need* and not just want to read the book)... and it didn't make me think "this better be up for an Oscar" (One Life, with Johnny Flynn & Anthony Hopkins which I saw Saturday: made me cry & should be)- though I think it could be for sound!... and I don't know if I'd say it's the movie I enjoyed the most (Flora & Son, out Sept 29) or learned the most from (Paul Simon documentary, all 209 minutes of it, probably takes that of the 4 films I saw)-
But it's the one I'm writing this post about. & I'm going to get the book. It made me want a bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne. & to go to the champagne region. & to see gifs of it on my dash, immediately. & I would read fan fic if there was some- it built the characters and its own movie world enough for that, with enough space left to wonder- and when a movie can do that, it thrills me.
anyway Tumblr, or at least the side I always land on. I think you'd like it. I think it's your kind of movie too. and it's filled with a lot of love from people who clearly loved making it. here's to independent productions and the unions fighting for fair deals to make a living doing what they love, here's to feeling like a goddess, here's to gorgeous period pieces and gif makers of scenes to come, here's to the author in the audience who got to see her book on screen- and the movie star who got it made and all of us still working on making our own art into something that can be seen someday. Here's to the passion of creativity in whatever shape it takes, pour the champagne 🍾🥂
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letkirillfight · 1 year
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of course it was fucking suter
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projecthipster · 1 year
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A Moveable Feast, by Ernest Hemingway
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"A Moveable Feast" by Valerie Suter, from her authors series. Left to right are Ernest Hemingway, Gertrude Stein, James Joyce, and F. Scott Fitzgerald.
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” - Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
"Les rêves des amoureux sont comme le bon vin / Ils donnent de la joie ou bien du chagrin" - Camille, "Le Festin" (Ratatouille Original Soundtrack)
Technically this wasn’t the first Hemingway I ever read. There’s been a few short stories, decent ones, out of a collection that’s still sitting on my shelf that I haven’t finished. But this was the first Hemingway book I’ve read cover to cover, and maybe it was a strange one to to start with. A Movable Feast could be thought of as both the beginning and the end of Hemingway’s story. Written at the end of his life in the 1960s and published posthumously, this is a memoir that nonetheless throws back to the beginnings of his career, living in Paris in the 1920s and struggling to be recognized as a writer, even among a community of some of the greatest literary and artistic names of the 20th century. James Joyce was in Paris at the same time. Ezra Pound, who was only just starting to be a complete fascist, was among the circle that met at Gertrude Stein’s house salon. And perhaps most notably of all, F. Scott Fitzgerald was just then publishing a little book of no acclaim, written in Paris but set in and all about New York, called The Great Gatsby.
For all the weight of the literary figures that fill its pages though, and that fill the left bank cafés and weary old streets of Hemingway’s nostalgic recollections, A Movable Feast isn’t a weighty read. It’s light, romantic in the archaic sense of the word, airy, almost cozy. It hums with saudade like a trumpet in a Montmarte jazz club. Certainly Hemingway’s consciously minimalist style, the most well-known hallmark of his writing, plays a part. As if to remind the reader of this, the first story tells simply of Hemingway’s daily quest to write a few good pages in a good café, and here he delivers some really great writing motivation: “write one true sentence.” And then do it again, because there will always come another sentence that the discerning writer can know is simple and true. But the lightness comes too from the fact that these years of bohemian bonhomie seem filled, through the filter of pen and page, with goings-on of little consequence but great value. The reader wants more than anything to be living the life portrayed in this book, to drink well and eat well and live in small apartments and share brilliant writing among a group of friends who are all brilliant writers, to be poor but happy in a world that stands apart from hustle and stress. Because isn’t that the hipster ideal? Of course, one has to question how true all of this was, being recollected through la-vie-en-rose-coloured glasses decades later. Or one doesn’t, if one prefers to simply take the chocolate as it rolls.
It’s been a couple of years since I read A Moveable Feast, and to be honest, a lot of the actual plot and happenings, or rather, hippenings, of Hemingway’s vignettes and short stories have faded. I know it started in that café, and then there were trips to salons and restaurants. I recall that there was a trip to a racetrack over the course of which Hemingway and his wife realized that what either of them can say and what they mean to convey can never be fully reconciled, and they worried about that fact until they came home, drank some wine, and concluded that that’s simply the human condition, and it renders everyone a fascinating mystery, so why worry about it? This all took place during a false spring when goat milk peddlers drove their herds through the streets of Paris, which makes the reader think, is any understanding we can gain of each other merely a false spring that we cling to because in the moment it's as good as the real thing? And if it is ephemeral, does that matter, when in the end everything is? And I remember that the book ended in the Alps, on one of the very original ski holidays, which as a skier a hundred years later, I loved. In between scenes of wide-open slopes and warm chalets, there’s a mention of a man killed from his neck being worn right through by the friction of an avalanche, as if to say, don’t forget, the dream exists among death. Just years before this recollection, this halcyon city of light was a place of war and fire, of the same war and fire that unmoored us all from the steady paths of violent industrial civilization and led us to seek this quiet life of secret glamour instead. And the hipster reading today, or in the glory days of the 21st-century hipster that’ve just barely passed us by, might feel the same way, and want to seek the same path away from the age of Covid and Trump and the failings of late capitalism, or, if we’re talking retroactively, of falling towers and George Bush and war in the desert and the Great Recession that seems routine now but was such an unmooring in 2008. That’s why the 1920s were an age of one kind of hipster, the 2000s and early 10s another, and we may be due for another. But back to Hemingway.
For all that rambling last paragraph trying to recall what happened in this book, what happened was never really the point. What lingers in memory is the feel of it all and the characters that populate the stories. I remember images conjured in my head of a 1920s convertible driving with a lost top, soaking in the rain through the fields of Champagne, complete with the smell of mud and lavender. I remember Gertrude Stein as the paradox she seems in Hemingway’s recollection: an iron woman of great softness, matron of a house where everyone was welcome, but you’d be on the street in an instant if you called her a mother; an open, almost evangelical lesbian who nonetheless thought that male homosexuality, specifically, was abhorrent. The text doesn’t judge these figures with their odd views. That’s left to the reader. Hemingway’s just observing; a part of what Stein eternally dubs the “lost generation,” but at the same time, its chronicler in a future much changed. As Hemingway’s Lost Generation friend Scotty Fitzgerland would famously write of his own narrator, he was within and without.
I give this hipster book five wine-soaked living room literature conversations out of five
Project Hipster is a futile and disorganized attempt to dive into the world of things that the internet has at some point claimed "are hipster," mostly through ListChallenges search results.
This review comes from the first list, Hipster Lit: If You Haven't Read 'em, Pretend You Have.
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underragingwaves · 1 year
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@charming-merlin not only takes top quality photos, but the edits! The edits are so sharp and crisp, wonderful colors and of course the characters. A true fan of Halfdan and it's always sweet when she posts photos of him ♥️
Ahhhh yes!! Sharp and crisp edits are a godsend, especially because we know how tricky the source material is with its many filters. 😂 It takes a lot of work to make something out of it that's as pretty as her edits always are. Also lovely to see her sharing photos of Leo Suter so recently, the Valhalla part of this fandom was well fed that day haha. 🥰
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jestershq · 1 year
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queen  vaella  welcomes  our  newest  jesters  ,  FORREST KARSTARK NEE FREY  ,  the  lord of the twins  , and TYBOLT LANNISTER , the heir of casterly rock ,  to  king’s  landing  !  the  faceclaims  of  ilhan sen and leo suter  are  now  taken  .  please  be  sure  to  follow  all  the  steps  on  our  checklist  to  get  settled  .  
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º ✧ 。––– [ ilhan sen, 29 , cismale , he/him ] welcome FORREST KARSTARK NEE FREY , the LORD of THE TWINS , to king's landing ! the ravens have carried word of their - RESERVED and - RESENTFUL nature , but we have high hopes that their + INTENSE and + CREATIVE qualities will shine through . when you think of them , ideas of persephone savoring the last of the pomegranate seeds, the overwhelming absence in an empty room, setting course for a storm come to mind . they are arriving to the red keep , IN OPPOSITION OF house velaryon . we do hope that whatever happens , they play the game wisely . ––– Dusk .
º ✧ 。–––  [  leo  suter  ,  twenty - nine  ,  cis man  ,  he & him  ]  welcome  TYBOLT LANNISTER ,  the  HEIR  of  CASTERLY ROCK  ,  to  king's  landing  !  the  ravens  have  carried  word  of  their  - DEVIOUS  and  - INSIDIOUS  nature  ,  but  we  have  high  hopes  that  their  + RESOURCEFUL  and  + BEGUILING  qualities  will  shine  through  .  when  you  think  of  them  ,  ideas  of  a  legacy  of  violence  (  cannibalistic  ,  father  eats  son  )  ,  an  aversion  —  to  yourself  ,  to  others  /  an  unwillingness  to  let  anyone  in  ,  fate  is  a  burden  to  be  carried  (  it  is  also  a  choice  ,  you  choose  to  submit  to  it  )  ,  time  has  molded  you  into  something  —  someone  you  no  longer  recognize  /   its  all -  devouring  force  has  left  you  haunted  &  mourning  come  to  mind  .   they  are  arriving  to  the  red  keep  ,  NEUTRAL  TO  house  velaryon  .  we  do  hope  that  whatever  happens  ,  they  play  the  game  wisely  .  –––   kt .
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thecardiackids · 16 days
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I have like 25 quotes and counting for a webweave about rot and doom and the Parise-Suter buyout btw. Because I am of course feeling normal.
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pucksonnet · 28 days
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londonhigh-society · 1 month
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welcome THOMAS CARLISLE (leo suter) to the season! the ton will surely rejoice at your arrival. you have 12 hours to freshen up and send in your blog, before you're forgotten entirely.
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(leo suter, 30, he/him, cis male, carlisle #3) I wonder how the season will treat THOMAS CARLISLE. It’s true that HE is STUDIOUS, but I’ve also heard that they can be ALOOF. Do you think they’ll find their match? I doubt it if what I heard is true. I heard that HE WAS KEEPING HIS OLDER BROTHER'S BOOKS. Of course, that’s just speculation. (pen, 25, est, she/her, sa).
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